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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been formed
Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on your every six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your
Me and keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
Cause one night in the club your life on crutches
You got whodie, I'll cock that forty
in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we gonna be here to
niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho play the congo
And bang on the bongo, to bounce on the bongo
New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow
up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the with a hollow
Like the foul you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, dem grams
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business will make you a man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

New York, they ain't for it
A-T-L, they ain't for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't for it
My

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that